I do like me a good fish 'n chips. There's an unfortunately tendency to over-batter the fish 'round these parts, though. :frown: Yes, yes, it's a wonderful beer batter, yes EVERYONE has a lovely BEER BATTER but for gawd's sake, can I please have some actual fish in it?

I could see if it were gourmet, junk food gourmet (like someone's beer battered, bacon hot dogs or something) ethnic or something you otherwise couldn't get at the state or county fair. I think largely it's just an excuse to go apeshit over nothing and an opportunity for the average joe to say "hey look ma, I is a foodie!"

Hey CR, call crabapple middle school in roswell and see if they still have the arp 2600 and yamaha cs5 in the music department. when I went there back in 88 they had them. it was awesome. they were brand new too, I figure a music shop in the area closed and they dropped them off as a tax write off.

Ok so my lunch today was leftover lasagna. Isn't lasagna always better the next day or two?

But wait, not just any lasagna. Chicken lasagna. Home-made. Plus, my wife makes it the Brazilian way and we use the french-inspired white sauce rather than ricotta cheese. I don't like ricotta in lasagna, it doesn't fit - I think it's an american thing. White sauce, on the other hand, is perfect. Or Bèchamel, whatever.

was that back in the day when you could put silly putty on the paper and pull off an image?

my grandparents were always all "you're going to get that newprint all over your hands".

they were very up tight Northerners who said stuff like rubbish, rubbers, galoshes and hail maries all the time. that was / is my irish family.

now my italian family just said "awwwwww jesus christ" all the time. now you wouldn't know it, but the Italian american dialect is a tonal language.

Consider the word "enh?" depending on the tone it can have several different meanings. It can mean "what the fuck are you doing?" and also "what, is my food not good enough for good for you?" or even "am i right?".

If you should encounter a real italian american, and you get the distinct impression he doesn't like you, that means he likes you! Now that's real italian!